More content is produced every 48 hours than from the dawn of time until 2003. -Eric Schmidt, former CEO of Google
Solace is scarce on the internet.
Sanctuary is a 404 error page.
It’s best found in brick and mortar.
In people and a caring ear.
Too many voices, deafening chatter, hundreds of new sites everyday.
As the huddled masses yearn to be heard.
If everyone is talking
If content is reduced to telling me what to do
Who could abide by so many voices?
I miss the comfort of static.
When television used to go off after the national anthem.
No more programming until the morning.
A white noise lullaby towards rest.
I remember it when I was a child.
Stillness, a sort of quiet.
Now, the chatter is 24/7.
No lullabies for the internet or late night television.
A bright screen and authoritarian words hurt my eyes.
When all I need is some peace so I can sleep.
[Poem #155. Context: The other day, I was going through some rough and went online to acquire peace. Mistake. No peace, only frustration and anger. Which has caused me to think about this very blog. That if someone came here, my desire is they’d find hope and encouragement and sanctuary.
Also, if you were born in the 90’s or younger, there was a time when television went off. I remember growing up in the 80’s, around 2am or so the national anthem would play and then static until 6am. Also, there were cartoons Saturday mornings until noon, sometimes 1pm. For real.]